Rejected By My Mate But The Moon Bleeds To Crown Me

Chapter 10 Second mate

Word Count: 953 | Released on: 24/10/2026

hanging in the sky like a wound, like

oths for this moment, since the Blood Moon has never spared anyone's clothes. Bones crack,

laws at me from the insi

No.

people who would carve it out of me. I grip my head as the pain blinds me, my bones aching, my skin burning, and I hold on with ever

e floor, a figure br

now. He shoves through the shifting bodies and reaches me in secon

crack, and then a wolf stands where he was, huge and black as night,

rving between me and the hall. I am so scared. But he doe

protec

snaps, my bones break, m

my stomach, dim until now, blazes like a star. Ter

hut against the glare. Some whimper. Some tremble. Not one dares to look at the light. Not Derek, not the nobles, not

and unbreakable and ancient. The fear drains out of me as if someone has ope

rejection, after the pain and the humiliation. Everyone kno

. She stops in front of him and lowers her head, breathing him in: pine and rain, something warm, something dangerous, s

eeting, a promise. My heart pounds, my blood burns, my wolf sings. In wolf form

he wolves shift back, falling to the ground and rising as humans, their he

noise, the eyes. He takes a cloth from the stack by the wall, carries i

another. He does not look at me or speak. His back is to me,

ng. He is a

let him

but does

y voice shakes. "The

tion, for the pain, for the w

eyes flick past my shoulder to the hall, to Derek risin

orks, and the words come out stiff, as if he is reading them off a page he

slap, a punch, a kn

ice is cold, but his hand trembles at hi

and wal

ain that he does not love me. Confusion, anger, sadness, all tangled toget

rk, and I do not know whether to

stand

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Rejected By My Mate But The Moon Bleeds To Crown Me

Chinchin Werewolf

“She is his slave. He is her King. The moon chose them. But love is a choice-and some choices burn. --- Eight years as a slave taught Helen to be invisible. She keeps her head down. Her mouth shut. Her heart locked away. She knows the rules. She knows her place. She is nothing. Then Xavier walks into her world and ruins everything. He is powerful. He is cold. He is impossibly beautiful. When his electric blue eyes meet hers, she feels something she has never felt before-a pull, a heat, a dangerous desire that terrifies her as much as it thrills her. He is her mate. But Xavier is not like other Alphas. He does not demand. He does not take. He waits. He watches. He trains her. He protects her. He challenges her to become more than a slave. And every day, the tension between them grows. His hands on hers during training. His breath warm on her neck. His eyes following her across every room like she is the only person who exists. The way he says her name like it matters. The way he touches her like she is precious. The way he looks at her like she is everything. She wants him. She needs him. She cannot stay away from him. But wanting him means trusting again. It means risking her heart. It means believing that love is possible when everyone she has ever loved has been taken from her. And Xavier has secrets of his own. He knows who she really is. He knows what she is capable of. He sees her power-the moonfire that burns only the guilty, the royal blood that runs through her veins, the white wolf that the Goddess chose. He wants to help her. He wants to save her. But he cannot save her from himself. Because the more he touches her, the more he wants. The more he protects her, the more he needs. The more he trains her, the more he craves. She is his mate. She is his obsession. She is the fire in his blood and the light in his darkness. When she finally surrenders-when she marks him as hers, when she takes him into her arms, when she whispers his name-it will be everything. --- He is the storm. She is the lightning. Together, they will set the world on fire.”